Qi Lingxian vs Getsu Mikado

Standard Match won via pinfall or submission



In the back Qi was getting herself ready for her match, it'd been quite some time since the girl had gotten into the squared circle. Well in an official match sense, in terms of training well Qi never shrunk away from that. Everyday was spent going through routines with her Brother Chuang, who seemed to be really feeling better as of late. Must have been that Mikoto Kusanagi girl he'd taken an interest in, inwardly odds were that Chuang was thankful for Qi helping him. But alas he wasn't here to watch at ringside. The guy was being doing a shift over at some ramen restaurant, but he'd no doubt be watching on the kitchen TV.

Qi had tried to look up who she was fighting tonight, some guy by the name of Getsu. Sounded Japanese, like a fancy guy. That was fine with Ms Lingxian, she wasn't one to turn down opponents. The more the merrier, which was why she agreed to do Tension matches despite being on the friction roster. A fight was a fight, and a chance to learn.

As for the girl's ring attire she was always one to keep it simple. A white jersey with black sports bra, black jogging bottoms with red stripes and red footpads and gloves. Her long brown hair was kept in a simple ponytail, Qi had been performing some light stretching. To make sure she didn't pull anything once the battle got underway.

"Qi-san, your up." a stagehand peeped into her room to tell her that it was time. The Chinese girl gave a nod of the head. And made her way to the entrance ramp, there she waited. Out of view of the immense Tension crowd.

And then Qi heard the song of choice for her, the Main Theme of Jade Empire. The fist of compassion would promptly enter the arena as the beautiful song blared from the speakers, it seemed that despite her attire Qi had been garnering quite the fanbase through her performances.

Ms Lingxian would run down the ramp, slapping the hands of a couple of people here and there. Sliding into the ring, and then running to the ropes. Qi stood atop the second one, putting her right hand into a balled fist and placing it next to the open left hand and bowing slightly to the audience. After that Qi would stand at the far right corner, in a kneeling position as she awaited to see who this Getsu man was.

Getsu was stretching his arms and legs, doing a bit of warm up punching and kicks on a punching bag backstage. He needed to get the blood flowing and make sure his body could keep up with his reflexes. He heard the music begin to play and made his way to a tv screen backstage. He watched her enter the ring in a very enthusiastic and popular manner. It was a pleasant sight to see.

This was his second fight in the league and his first match against a woman. He didnt even consider discriminating due to her gender or looks though. He would not go easy on her. But the crowd needed a show, so he didnt want either of them to go down too quickly. They are entertainers afterall. He liked the sound of it. Such a nice change of pace from his old life....

Once her music ended, it was Getsu's turn. He was called out and the theme began to play. It was The Pheonix, by Fall Out Boy. The first words of the song being about war paint with a hyped rock instrumental should surely get fans excited. He made his way out of the backstage exit on to the walkway. He was slow at first, taking in the sights and getting a feel for his opponent. Given how new he was, it was unlikely he had many fans yet. All he had done was get a tie in a ten count match with a luchador in a double debut match.

Once he got far enough, Getsu began a jog up to the ring. He had no shirt on for this fight. He wore his shin length slim pants with boots and fingerless padded gloves. He had a look of calm analyzation mixed with determination in his eyes and face. Once he made his way up to the edge of the ring, he grabs the bottom rope, pulling back as he steps back until bounding up off the ground, using the momentum and the force of the rope pulling him back to leap onto the edge of the outer ring and do a sideways back roll over the top rope before flashing Qi an excited and confident smile as he walks to his corner.

Qi was able to peer through the ring ropes, so that she could asses the enemy she was fighting tonight. The first thing the Chinese woman noted was that he was taller than her, by a good few inches to be sure. But the height of her opponent wasn't something that concerned Qi, she was too used to it and had adapted to fit that. Plus it meant an easier target to hit, and considering the Chinese girl was a martial artist that would be useful. He had a good body on him, looked like he could handle himself. That was a good thing in Qi's mind, she liked it when those she fought could handle themselves.

Ms Lingxian remained where she was, the match hadn't started yet of course. It would of course, and Qi was going to be ready for it. She hadn't been in an official match for quite some time, so she was eager to get stuck in and give it her all. Her opponent had done a rather flashy entrance, maybe to show off his abilities. But still one could have all the talk but yet not get a single inch on the walk, which was why Qi kept herself restrained till the match begun.

Taking a deep breath Qi would then stand up, lightly cracking her neck after it. Giving a bow to her opponent she'd say "Hello, my name is Qi Lingxian. Let's have a good match."

Following this Qi would settle into her fighting stance, her right arm close to her belly with the hand balled into a fist. And her left was slightly outstretched with her palm open, it was her tried and true martial art stance. The battle would start soon, it was time to prepare for the coming storm.

Once he was in the ring, he finally encountered his opponent. He studies her a bit and smiles seeing how impressive she seemed for providing a good match.

Upon hearing her greeting, he was pleased to hear she seems like such a friendly and noble fighter. "Im Getsu Mikado. Pleased to meet you in the ring."

He steps back, putting his right foot slighty forward and turning it inward a little as he holds up his hands in a stance resembling a boxer and crouches down slightly.

He waited for the bell to ring and begin his second official match.

Qi had to admit, the name Getsu certainly rolled off the tongue nicely. And he looked like he knew how to carry himself, but time was going to tell if he could walk the walk. One time Qi had gone up against this red haired amazon by the name of Aloysia, and if the Chinese woman was honest she'd think Aloysia was paid to take a dive. Given how easily Qi had defeated that opponent, even a child could have done that.

The bell had rung, and it was go time. Qi hadn't been in an official match for quite some time, but she put in the training in the squared circle. That was certain, Ms Lingxian was eager to get started in this exchange of fisticuffs. Sparring with her Brother could only be so worthwhile for so long, after all the entire point of Qi going to friction and tension was to see how other people used different fighting styles and see how she could fare.

Given the height and weight advantage that Getsu clearly possessed Qi doubted it'd be useful to try and outlift him, which was fine. If the fist of compassion had things her way then her opponent would be down and out of it. Qi would get the ball rolling, moving closely to Getsu. Testing the waters as it were, before quickly firing out a right leg kick right into his gut. Time to start using those trademark strikes that the Lingxian siblings were getting known for.

He analyzed her movements, reacting accordingly. He built up his durability more than most attributes and she surely wasn't a powerhouse. He felt assured his tactic would yield at least some results.

As she sent a kick at his gut, Getsu turns a bit sideways using his foot he put forward to pivot. He takes his arm and moves it down so her kick would land on the inward bend of his elbow or on his bicep. His torso would cushion impact and before she was likely able to pull away, still with force behind her kick, he bends His arm upward with speed and forceto wrap around her shinlike a vice grip. He raises his arm in a sswift motion to pull her Le up in the air and hopefully knock her off balance as he does a side sweep of his foot at the side of her leg that is holding her up.

If this maneuver works, she would fall backwards with her leg in the bend of his arm and he would tty to flip her on her stomach and pull back on her arm on the opposite side as her leg as well as the leg he captured to put her in a grapple hold.

Qi was thinking that this was just the start, after hitting Getsu with this kick she'd be able to start on her offense. Piling in those strikes and bringing him down to size, maybe even test out a few of those submissions she had practised on Chuang if she was lucky.

But what Ms Lingxian didn't expect was Getsu to counter, okay well if he did that would have been fine. The way he went about it though, was just something Qi wasn't prepared for. The man had tanked the hit pretty well, and had managed to secure a good hold onto the fist of compassion's leg. Okay that wasn't good, Qi was going to go with it though and maybe try and swing up her other leg.

However the young woman didn't even have the chance to do it, Getsu sweeped Qi right out from under her. Which sent her right onto her back, this wasn't looking good. But the worst was yet to come, with her leg still being held Getsu had converted it into a submission hold. Adding a touch of flair to his Boston crab Mr Mikado took it one step further by trying to crank back on the left arm of the fist of compassion. It seemed that this man was adept with submissions, that wasn't good. Qi knew that the longer she was worn down the worst she'd be, with that in mind gritting her teeth and trying to block out the pain as best she could. Ms Lingxian set about on a counter, and she had a good one in mind.

Since they were in the middle of the ring Qi knew that going to the ropes was going to require a large amount of effort, and that wasn't something she wanted to do if she could help it. She had one arm free, and was going to start blasting out elbow shots right into the exposed ribs of Getsu, they were just begging for it. And the fist of compassion was going to struggle as much as she could, all the more to get Getsu to let go of this hold before long.

As he was using his body to hold her down, he did expose his ribs despite how much he rather not. But it would take a flexible fighter to take advantage of it.

She surprised him a bit and assaulted his ribs. In response, he would intensify his pull on her limbs greatly and lean towards the other side further from her reach.

The downside being he greatly loosened his hold on her back and if she can resist the pain to her limbs, she would likely escape. He held tighter for a moment before coughing hard and bounding his knee off her spine to launch to his feet and release her.

He jumps backwards away from her with his back to the turnbuckle coughing a bit.

Qi was most certainly one thing, that was a fighter. Since day one the girl was a scrapper, the only person who could be more stubborn than her was Chuang. It had gotten the siblings in trouble from time to time growing up, although the pair had reined it in to some extent. Usually now it only cropped up when they were fighting in the squared circle.

So being like that the Chinese woman was putting her all into this escape attempt, Getsu had gotten the early advantage. No question about that, but that just meant that the fist of compassion was just going to have to try and go the distance. Still those rib attacks was a warning to him, any chance Qi had to strike she'd take it.

Getsu however seemed to want to try and get the last word in on this exchange though, as Qi managed to get herself out of the hold he drove his knee into her back. Earning a loud grunt from the young woman, thankfully though she managed to escape that hold before her opponent could expand and press the advantage on it.

Even further Getsu had gone to a turnbuckle, Qi gave a small grin despite the pain in her back. The fist of compassion hoped to quickly move to her feet, and rush right at her opponent in an attempt to spear him further into the turnbuckle. The enemy had just cornered themselves, and as a fighter who excelled in close quarters striking this was where Qi shined.

Getsu was a lot a things. One of his best traits was knowing how people think. He had set a trap. Anyone would jump at the chance to corner someone in a turnbuckle. He figured she wouldn't be able to resist the temptation to trap him but he knew his raw strength and planning had a good chance to outmaneuver her.

As she charged at him, he used his motion and both arms to grab her and lift her off the mat slightly in an attempt to spin them around and switch positions, trying to fling her against the turn buckle with force and release a flurry of close range jabs and upper cut punches at her ribs, kidney, and gut as he for close.

He knew this was risky but it could deal a lot of damage if the lack of escape route and relentless upward and straight punches knocking the wind out of her could serve its purpose